Mr. Vance's Secret Fortune

justed his grip on his gold-headed cane and opened the leather fol

e storm. "He knew that sudden wealth could ruin a young man's character. He also knew that the world is full of gree

t was still beating wildly. "Just tell me what I have to do. I ha

o main parts. First, you must enter into an arranged marriage with a specific young woman chosen by y

ranged marriage? In thi

grandfather, but their business is currently faci

er, the Vance estate will inject enough capital to

of the condition?" Caspian

-billion-dollar net worth an absolute secret from the public, from the Sterling family, and especially from your new wife, for e

s loser who lives off his wealthy wife? I just got dumped by my girlfriend f

treat you like garbage. Society will call you a leech. But if you can survive those six months without breaking the contract,

ght about his boss's fake smile. He thought about Preston stealing his hard work and laughing in his face. He though

would be evicted in two days. He would have to beg for a low-paying job just

ughing at him. The difference was, this time, he would know the truth. He would know that he held the power

e helplessness he had felt on the sidewalk vanis

asked, his voice completely

ocket and handed it to Caspian. Caspian didn't hesitate. He placed the leather folder against th

s printed on it. "This is your private allowance card for the next six months. Because of the secrecy rule, you cannot buy mansions or private jets ye

Five million dollars a month was considered "poverty" compared to his

the main limousine. "Your clothes and basic belongings have been transferred there. Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, a car wi

the pouring rain and the howling wind. The interior of the car was pure luxury. The seats were made of soft, heated leather

the tinted window. The city looked different now. The bright neon signs and the massive

hing with a cold light. Enjoy my design. Enjoy Gemma. Because in si

ront of the bathroom mirror in his new apartment. The place was large and modern, located in a d

ers. He deliberately avoided wearing anything that looked too expensive. To anyo

mored limousines from the night before, which would have ruined his cover. It was a simple, unmar

where the city's elite gathered for business lunches. The floors were polished marble, and massive c

n he gave his name, her expression instantly changed to surprise. "Ah, yes. Mr. Vance. R

eling the curious stares of the wealthy patrons. He d

ack of the restaurant. Inside, sitting at a round table

Richard Sterling, the head of the family. Next to him was his wife, a sharp-feature

mmediately locked on

shoulders, pale skin, and striking, icy-blue eyes that looked like sharp glass. She wore a tailored emerald-green dress that showed off her elega

ately stood up, trying to force a polite smile. "Ah, you

om Sylvia. The moment he sat down, Sylvia's mother, Eleanor, op

husband, not care if Caspian heard her. "He looks like a delivery boy. Richard, are you s

ard the door, checking if Arthur Pendelton was nearby. "A deal is a deal. The Va

lling into him with pure coldness. She tapped her manicured fingernails

clear, and as cold as ice. She reached into her designer handbag, pulled out a doc

d letters at the top was: MARRIAGE

ing back and crossing her arms. "But let's be entirely clear, Caspian. This marriage is nothing but

ent, flipping through the p

eep in separate bedrooms. You will not touch me. You will not interfere in my personal life or my business. And most importantly, y

stress behind her cold eyes-she was a proud woman who felt like she was being sold to save her family.

that, we get a quiet divorce, you take a small cash settlement for your time, and we go our separate w

is pocket, pulled out a plain black pen, and signe

, looking directly into her icy